After The Job
The second part to "Book Reader" ----------- Stepping out of the library The old man produced a light He did this every night But he won't finish it tonight He started to walk slowly He was in no...
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The second part to "Book Reader" ----------- Stepping out of the library The old man produced a light He did this every night But he won't finish it tonight He started to walk slowly He was in no...
I. Janie "Whew.
An old woman resembling a slightly misused hedgehog wandered the maze like aisles of Tesco.
It was a fragile stability, that kept the man in his place. Shuffling up and down corridors, inner turmoil etched on his face. He hated the indignity, when summoned to cue for his meds.
In a dusty old lane stood a house so eerie, It sent chills down, trembles, really.. There lived an old lady misshapen and haggard, Broken-tooth smiled at the folk who laggard..
Old Charlie shuffled from the care home leaving behind the horrible pall of finality, out into the sunlit grounds full of sweet chestnut and forgotten birdsong.
A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.
'Stop pulling Bosun. Whatever's wrong with you today?' she scolded the bulky terrier. He glanced up sheepishly and slowed a little.
Caroline held fast to the railings and looked out to sea. The ocean was a roar of emotion today, anger and jealously; it pounded at the headland and smashed itself to white foaming vapour.
A 75 Year Old Lady rings her local NHS hospital and this conversation follows: 'Hello I'd like some information on a patient, Mrs Tiptree.
Granny Smith, had a spliff, and the Copper caught a whiff. He closed his eyes; lovely smell, and then ask Gran for some to sell. Gran was shocked, nearly caught.
An ancient withered crone Sat upon her haggard throne: A rocking chair of wood, Creaking where it stood. Her withered hands were old, Not the graceful age that's told.
"Best we just wait here.", Jeff said: "seems daft to go outside." June was engrossed in her cross stitch, and nodded mechanically at his side. "Shall I put the kettle on?", he looked at her and said.
The comforting prospect of sleep is too distant to be thought of. If I let my mind wander the endless plains of dreams I fear I shall not return.
Old lady in florida returns to her car after shopping, upon doing so she sees 4 youths trying to get into her car.